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What do you want?

Speak up, girl.|Can't you see it's raining?

Are you too ashamed to speak|like all the others?

Come on, then.|Come inside.

Hurry up. Come on.

Can't you hurry, girl? Come on.

[lightning cracks, thunder rumbles]

The old story. No wedding ring.

Oh, God!

Harder!

- It's a boy.|- Let me hold him.

Wait, let's first see|if he's a healthy little brat.

What a pity.

He'll live.

What will become of you, little boy?

If only I'd something to give you.

I haven't even my good name.

It isn't much,

but it holds a portrait|of my dear mother.

Goodness is rewarded.

Remember that, my son, and live by it.

If I'd lived by those words,|I wouldn't have come to such an end.

Keep this locket with you always.

Perhaps one day|it will lead you back to your family.

Hello. What have we here?

Ooh, pretty.

Gold, too.

I think I better keep this for him.

We wouldn't want anything|to happen to it now, would we?

Come on, then, you.

Let's have you over here.|Here. You hold him.

I name the babies alphabetically,|for practicality's sake.

Let's see...

Last alive was... Swizzle.

Swizzle.

T. Twist.

Oliver Twist.

Hurry up. Don't dawdle.

Come on, you lazy son of apes!

I need three for the dye house.

Fellows, Wickum and Bottom.

Twist, Widow Corney|will see you now.

Twist!

Widow Corney, ma'am.

What?

May I see my locket, please?

What have I told you, Oliver Twist?

- I can have it when I'm twelve.|- lf...

- If I'm good.|- This is a workhouse, not a playhouse.

Earn your keep or get put on the street.|I want no trouble from you.

Can I see inside?

- Please?|- You've seen it before.

Please.

Died. Grovesnor Square, London.

- Was she my mother?|- Your mother was a filthy trollop,

who popped off|the second she squeezed you out.

She weren't no lady.

Then who was she?

Get back to work.

Go!

Go on! Go!

Hurry up with it. Come on.

Time for supper.

Don't you want to eat?|Come on, no lollygagging.

Hurry up! Hurry up!

Thank you very much, ma'am.

Bow your heads, and give thanks.

Lord, make us truly thankful|for this bounteous feast.

"Lord, make us truly|thankful for this bounteous feast."

And bless the generous Widow Corney.

"And bless|the generous Widow Corney."

Amen.

Whoever gets the short straw,

goes up and asks for more.

You can't ask for more.|It's against the rules.

You never do nothing wrong, do you?

Always the little gentleman.

- Draw.|- Go on, draw.

I must be good, so I can get something|my mother left me.

I said, "Draw."

Go on, draw.|Pick a straw. Draw.

Go on, take it. The end one.

- The one with the bark.|- Take the middle one.

Go on, Oliver.|Go get some more.

What's the matter?|You scared?

Please, ma'am, could I have some more?

Violence covereth them as a garment,

their eyes stared out with fatness.

They have more than heart...

Please, ma'am,|I want some more.

What did you say?

Please, ma'am,|I want some more.

Nobody asks for more|in my workhouse!

See how you like sleeping in the gutter,|and eating in the cold.

- I need my locket!|- I said you'd get it when you're 12.

My birthday's tomorrow.|I'll be 12 tomorrow!

You promised to be good.|Goodness is rewarded, remember?

Well, so is badness,|and now you know how!

It's mine! My mother gave it to me.|Please!

- Get out of here!|- The locket's mine!

My mother gave it to me!|It's mine!

Get away!

Oliver!

- Where are you going?|- To London.

To find my family.|Don't say you saw me.

I promise.

Oliver!

God bless you.

Bye.

Please, sir! Stop!|Can I have a ride?

Get out of the way!

London!

...the word of the Savior.

Get your paper!|Get your paper!

No, you don't.|Better come with me, young lad.

- I didn't do anything.|- You was gonna snitch that apple,

and get yourself caught.

There ain't nothin' wronger than that.|Stealing's an art.

I don't like amateurs|muckin' up the business.

- Look, I wasn't trying...|- That old codger nabs you,

he raises a stink, and pretty soon|the market's crawling with flimps.

And what happens to the likes of me?

Just trying to make|a dishonest living for himself.

Sorry.

What's your name, me flash companion?

Oliver Twist.

- Got lodgings?|- No. I hoped to find Grovesnor Square.

Tell you what.

I know an old gentleman who'll|put you up and give you a meal.

In a particularly delightful corner|of London, which is impossible to find

unless you got some reliable guide|who knows the way.

Do you know the way?

What will you give me?

Sorry, but I'm afraid|I don't have anything.

The man with something to steal|is me client.

The man without a farthing|is me pal.

Jack Dawkins is the name.

Pleased to meet you, Mr. Dawkins.

But me nearest and dearest|calls me Dodger.

The artful Dodger.

Well, hello, Thomas.

- Hello, Dodger. How are you?|- How's the missus?

Spare a farthing, will ya?

Come on.

There's where the old man lives.

Move along.

You got to promise me you'll never tell|nothing you see or hear in this place.

I promise.

- You know what peachin' is?|- Telling.

Tattlin', snitchin', squealin'.

The worst thing one man|can do to another.

Don't worry, Dodger.|I'm very honest.

Blimey!|I never said nothin' about honesty.

- Here it is, then.|- Dodger! Welcome back.

What you got there?

- Who's the kid? What's going on?|- Look what I got for you.

- What you got?|- Choice pickin's today.

- That's nice.|- Where's Fagin?

Come on.|Fagin!

Fagin!

It's my especial pleasure|to introduce you to me new mate.

Master Oliver Twist.

Oliver, my dear...

it is an honor.

Pleased to meet you too, sir.

What a polite chap.

Obviously raised under|the best of circumstances.

Look at this.

What a clever lad.

Comes with his own... gift.

Please. It's the only thing|I have in the world.

Please don't take it away.

I'm hoping it will help me|find my family.

|We're your family now, my dear.

What's that cologne you're wearing?

French?

"Essence du pig"?

All right, lads.

Let's show our new guest|the hospitality for which we are famous.

New rags for Master Oliver.

Let's go. Let's move it along.

Oh, lovely!

- No, no, no!|- Lovely. Lovely.

Get on! Let's go!

Oliver?

Are you feeling hearty enough|for a spot of breakfast?

If you have a scrap of bread, sir.

- Oliver, eat up, son.|- You're hungry, aren't you?

Have some bread.|Eat the crusts!

Look at him eat that!

We'll let you rest now, my dear.

Here in our humble digs|we likes our fun,

but we also likes our peace|and quiet contemplation.

Bill Sikes.

Bill!

No need to knock so courteously.

Our home is yours.

My favorite dog.

Where's the wages?

For the job I done last Sunday.

Those items didn't fetch as much...

Don't give me none of your excuses.

You can examine the receipts. You know|how fastidious I am about my records.

- Hello, lads.|- Hello, Nancy.

- Bullseye.|- Cheat me at your own risk.

Come here.

Bullseye, come here.|There's a good dog.

Nancy!

You bring a breath of spring|into the winter of an old man's life.

Rubbish. Who's this, then?

Oliver Twist, miss.

Ain't he the polite one?

Nothing but the best quality|of boys here, my dear.

- Where's your parents?|- I haven't any.

I'll be your mum then.|Would you like that?

Very much, miss.

Nancy! Stop your sniveling.|Get over here.

Look at this, will ya?

Got a feeling the old miser's|filching me again.

Boys...

Mr. Sikes and l|have business to discuss,

and you all have...|duties to attend to. Off we go.

Stay close to Oliver.|Let no harm come to him.

He'll be all right.|Come along, Oliver.

- Please, sir!|- Go away.

Look sharp.|Plum pudding coming our way.

Please, sir.

Be off with you.

I've nothing for you.|Be off with you.

Be off with you!

He wants nothing to do with you.

He's refined. Can't be bothered|with a lot of little beggars.

Now go on.

Thank you, young man.|A penny for your trouble.

No trouble at all, sir.

Why did you steal his pocketbook?

Didn't you see the way he looked at us?

Like we was trash.

And the lady held her hanky|to her nose so as not to smell us.

Hey! The ices are on me!

Dodger, how long|have you known Mr. Fagin?

Since I was nine.

He found me sleeping in an old crate.|All froze to death.

So you don't have a mother?|Or father either?

Me dad's a rum pot,|and me mum's a feast for the worms.

- I'm sorry.|- Roast chestnuts!

Who needs them?

I'm gonna find my family,|if it takes me my whole life.

What for? All they'll do|is order you about,

yell at you for getting in trouble,|and make you grows up to be a gentleman.

- What's wrong with that?|- Nothing.

If you wants to give up|your freedom, and fun,

and everything else worth living for|in this miserable world.

There's lots of goodness in the world.

Where'd you learn that,|in the workhouse?

I just know. If you're good,|good things will happen to you.

Good with your fingers|and fast on your feet, you mean.

There's lots of kind people.|Like Fagin.

Fagin's kind...|when there's something in it for him.

- And Nancy.|- Nancy's all right.

But there's enough bad in Bill Sikes|to make up for 1 00 Nancys.

And you, Dodger. You're my friend.

A friend's just an enemy|in disguise.

You can't trust nobody.

Clever dogs.

Where else would an old man|find such friends?

How long have you been awake?|Speak up.

I just woke, sir.

Did you see any of those pretty things?

They're mine.

They're all I have for my old age.

It's a terrible business, growing old.

I never intended it to go this far,|but if you steal from me...

I'll slit your gullet.

Capital punishment is a fine thing.

Dead men never bring|their awkward stories to light.

Understand?

Yes, sir.

Did I frighten you?

Terribly sorry.

Just that...

If anything happened to that box,|I'll be on the street with a tin cup.

That's not a pretty picture|for someone my age.

But I've got nothing to fear|from you, do l?

- No, sir.|- Well.

Do you think you could|get back to sleep now?

- I think so.|- Good.

Well.

There's a good lad.

I'm very glad to have you here with us.|I hope you'll be very happy.

Fagin, is my locket in there?|In that box?

Why, yes, my dear.

It's very important.|It's all my mother left me.

Well, then...

safest place for it is in this box.

We are surrounded by thieves.

...a farthing|with all these lads to feed.

For all I know, you got|the Crown Jewels stashed away.

If I had the Crown Jewels,|my dear,

you'd get at least a tiara.

Oliver!

What a delight to see your|smiling countenance this bright day.

- Morning Fagin, Miss Nancy.|- Morning, Oliver.

Where's the Dodger and everybody?

- Already off to work.|- I'd like to work, too.

Hmm. All in good time, my dear.|First, have a cup of tea.

- Nancy, would you pour him a cup?|- Go on, sit down.

What are you staring at? Did I forget|to wash me face this morning?

You're the prettiest lady|I've ever known.

- You ain't known many, have you?|- No.

You're a nice little monkey, aren't you?

What are you? 12?

Seems 30 years since I was 12.

You're young, Nancy.

I wasn't much older than Oliver|when I met up with Bill.

'Course he was different then.

None of us have stood the test of time|as well as we might.

It's a strenuous life.

But a merry one, too.

Bill ain't gonna like it|if I come home empty-handed.

Come on, Fagin.|Open up them purse strings.

All right. You can give him this|to keep him happy.

You're robbing me blind.

What can I do? He's a legendary thief|and murderer; I'm a helpless old man.

- Bye, Oliver!|- Bye, Nancy!

Lovely, isn't she?

I likes a bit of fire in the ladies.

Do you not have a wife?

Alas, no. Alone.

Except for my boys.

Even they will leave me someday.

They'll all grow up and go to jail,|then what will I have?

I won't leave you.

Oliver... you warm a creaking heart.

- Would you like to play a game?|- I like games. Dodger's taught me some.

You'll always listen to the Dodger.

You make him your model.

Now, you see this handkerchief

sticking out of my pocket,|just a little bit, my dear?

- Yes.|- Think you could take it without my...

noticing?

You think you could do that?

Ah, ah!

Caught you!|Never let yourself be caught, my dear.

- Sorry, sir.|- No need to apologize.

Practice makes perfect.

Excuse me, sir.

Excellent work.

Clever lad! I don't think|I've ever seen a more clever lad.

- Here's a shilling.|- A whole shilling?

- I never had a whole shilling before.|- Now you watch Fagin,

and you'll see many more like it.

Is stealing the work the boys do?

Not stealing, per se...

more like...|redistributing the wealth.

You see, we take from the rich.

They, which is them.

And we gives to the poor,

which is... us.

It's kind of like Robin Hood.

- You have heard of Robin Hood?|- He was a great man.

He was.|He was a great man,

and you, yourself,|could be a great man

if you listen to everything I say.

Now, Oliver!

It's time you got started|in your life's work.

I hereby declare you, officially,|an apprentice.

In our happy little band,

may you bring honor and prosperity|to yourself,

and to your humble instructor.

Off you go.|Join the other boys.

Learn your trade.

Redistribute.|All day. And all night.

Then, bring everything back.

- Thank you, sir.|- Here you go, lads.

Thank you, ma'am.

- There you are.|- Thanks a lot.

- What happens if you get caught?|- Fagin's boys don't.

- Jimmy Tate got himself caught.|- What happened then?

He matriculated to one of the finest|institutions of learning in the country.

Got thrown in jail for two years.

Think of all the knowledge|he's accumulating there.

Locked up with the greatest thieves|in London,

who've got nothing to do but teach him|everything they know.

I wouldn't like to go to jail.

Don't worry.|I'll look out for you.

Dodger, someday could we go and find|Grovesnor Square?

What for?

That's where the lady in my locket|came from.

You don't want to go sticking your nose|in flash places like that.

Why? Aren't you happy where you is?

I'm very happy.

But what if Fagin dies?|He's pretty old.

What will we do then?

We'll have our own gang.

I'll be captain,|you'll be my lieutenant.

We'll be notorious.

We'll be so fast and slippery|the traps will never catch us.

- "Wanted. Oliver Twist. '|- No.

100 pounds for his head."

"The greatest thief|London has ever known."

I can just see it now.

- Do you know what day this is?|- No, sir.

This is the day|you pick your first pocket.

Yay!

Oliver Twist!|Oliver Twist!

All right!

Now, this is a great day|in the life of any boy.

But especially for you.|You've only been with us three months.

You've been observing|with the eye of an eagle.

You've been studying with the mind|of a great and scholarly... stooge.

Now you get to put|that encyclopedic knowledge...

to use.

I would like you to recite|the three golden rules to me.

Not every pocket is filled with gold,|but check it anyway.

Check it anyway!

Letter perfect.

Crime doesn't pay|unless you work at it.

Unless you work at it! Yay!

And three?

If you get caught, never, ever peach.

Never, ever peach!

Engrave...

Engrave that one on your heart.

Well, that's all|I have to teach you.

That's all the wisdom contained|in this feeble mind.

You're ready for the world.

Dodger!

This is a grand day.

I want him to have|a successful professional career.

I don't know if I can...|Makes me cry.

- I prefer one in the original binding.|- Morning, Mr. Courtney.

How much is this volume?

Now he's asking the price.

You don't want no witnesses.

Right. Now he's back reading.

He wouldn't notice if you put|a firecracker down his drawers.

Good luck, mate.

Uncle Horace!

Little thieves! Stop him.|Stop that boy!

Thief! Stop, thief!|There he goes!

In the red jacket!|He's a thief!

- Get him!|- Quickly.

- Come on!|- Over there.

Go on! Go on!

He went that way!

He went that way!

Hey! Get off me!|Stop! Wait!

I didn't do anything. Wait!|Let me go!

Stop wriggling around.

Go on. Get in there.

This is your new home.

This is what I get for|picking you up off the street,

and cleaning the lice off your head.

This is what I'm getting for giving you|all the sweets and cocoa

that your greedy little heart desires?

I pays me way.|I'se a respectable thief.

Did you remember what happened|when Jimmy Tate got pinched?

We had to move our lodgings!

We had to go underground for months!

Calm down. Jimmy was a squealer.

Oliver ain't like that.

The police have ways of making|the most loyal boy turn traitor.

You can trust Oliver.|He's true.

Where did they take him?

Oliver has matriculated to that...

well-known institution|of higher learning.

Go quickly!

Go on, find out what happened to him.

Make yourself useful, you...

stupid, spoiled, little scoundrel.

That boy stole my watch.

He's in a gang of young hooligans|terrorizing London.

He's an outrage to society|and should be put away.

What's your name, boy?

- Oliver Twist, sir.|- Peculiar sort of name.

Obviously an alias.

- Where are your parents?|- I haven't any, sir.

- Did you take the watch?|- No, sir. It was another boy.

Your honor, excuse me.

The child is right, your honor.|I saw the entire incident.

Who are you? What were you doing|in the street? Soliciting?

I am Mr. Brownlow's niece.

I was at the bookstore|when the theft occurred.

The bookseller saw it, too.|Mr. Courtney, tell them.

The lad with the top hat|stole the watch.

Is this boy in a top hat|a friend of yours?

What's his name?

I can't say anymore, sir.

Answer!

Six months for contempt of court!|Next case.

Your honor,|this boy doesn't need a jail cell.

He needs a good home.|People to care for him.

Then he'll have a chance in the world.

Condemn him for six months,|and you condemn him for life!

Why should you care|what happens to him, young lady?

How can you not care, your honor?

All right, young gallows,|you're released.

But I'd advise everybody in this|courtroom to watch his pockets.

Next case.

Flowers, sir?

Oliver Twist!

Thank you for speaking up for me, miss.

My name is Rose Maylie.|Where do you live?

With a kindly old gentleman|in a deserted warehouse. It's lovely.

- Have you no family at all?|- I don't know, miss.

How would you like to come home|with my uncle and me?

Sleep in a proper bed,|have proper clothes, proper meals?

The kindly old gentleman|will be expecting me.

Why don't you try it for just one night?

- I think you'll like Grovesnor Square.|- Grovesnor Square?

You mean you live in Grovesnor Square?

I really live in Grovesnor Square.

Mrs. Bedwin, this is Oliver Twist.

He's going to be staying with us|for a little while.

Ummm... Give him the north bedroom.|With the view of the garden.

Run him a nice warm bath, and...

I'll send for the tailor|to make him a new set of clothes.

Come along, Oliver.

So, when the little lady|came up to Oliver, what did she say?

She mention where she was taking him?

Let me think.

Sure it will come back to me.

Just needs a little encouragement.

Yes, now. Where was it?

Something about Grovesnor Square.

- Brownlow's.|- Right.

- I'll take my port in the library.|- Very well, sir.

Good night, Oliver.|Very pleasant having you with us.

- That's her.|- Who?

The lady in my locket.|Died Grovesnor Square, 1823.

Who was she?

She was Mr. Brownlow's wife.|My aunt.

Where is this locket?|Let me see it.

- Fagin's got it.|- The kindly old gentleman?

He's keeping it for me.

What does it mean?

It means...

It means your mother|could be this lady's daughter.

It means you could be|Mr. Brownlow's grandson.

And heir.

Agnes was my uncle and aunt's|only child.

- But she was disgraced.|- How was she disgraced?

She was going to have a baby,

but the father was a married man.

She went to London,|and we never saw her again.

She always wore a gold locket|with her mother's portrait in it.

And if it's the same locket,|would we be cousins?

Yes, we would.

We have to get that locket back.

He didn't peach in court.|He could have told on all of us.

Bill, stealing him back|is too risky.

- He's in good hands. Leave him be.|- Leave him be?

You want to put our lives|in the hands of an orphan boy,

who hasn't stole nothing|in his whole life?

Leave him be?!

The trap's been after you|for years, Fagin.

If Oliver sings, you might as well|go and knock on the Tower door.

Ask them to show you your cell.

They'll string me up|the second they catch me.

If the crowd don't tear me apart first.

- Don't talk like that.|- Don't you talk to me like that!

- Leave her alone.|- You!

You deserve a flogging for letting him|get caught in the first place!

It may be... impossible, Bill,

but you're making sense.

Oliver knows a bit too much|for comfort's sake.

He might drop a word|in the wrong place.

- I'm telling you, he won't.|- Not on purpose!

Just in casual conversation,|and then the game is up.

That's what I'm telling you.|We got to get him back.

What do you propose we do about it?

That's where I'm thinking...

Nancy could help us out,|couldn't you, love?

- Good morning, Uncle.|- Good morning, my dear.

We've kept Oliver cooped up here|an entire week.

He needs fresh air and exercise,|so we're going to the park.

I have a better idea.|Oliver, come here a moment.

How would you like to take these books|back to the bookseller?

It will get you fresh air, and exercise.

- Very much, sir.|- They are very rare.

I'm entrusting them to you.

I'll be very careful with them, sir.

It's the same bookshop where you...

where your companion stole my watch.

So, you believe me now.|I didn't steal the watch.

Oliver, when you came here, I expected|to wake up one morning

and find the whole house emptied out|from top to bottom.

But you have been|a very pleasant guest.

Now...

take this to Mr. Courtney,

and he will give you|half a sovereign change.

Take that ten shillings,|and buy yourself whatever you like.

Really, sir?

That little task shouldn't|take more than... 30 minutes?

I'll be back in 20.

Twenty minutes, sir.

He's headed for Barkley Square.|Go tell Fagin.

Oliver's...|Oliver's in Barkley Square.

Heading for the West End.

- Brian!|- Yes, sir?

- Fetch Bill Sikes! Go on.|- Yes, sir.

Go on, fetch Bill Sikes!

Look, there's a cab there.

Here he comes.

- Ready with the bag.|- I knows me job.

- Oliver, how are you?|- But I've got to take these books...

No you don't. Dodger's up there,|and they want to see you...

All right, Dodger. The bag.

Give us the bag.

Kid! Funny, isn't it?|Come on.

Come on.

Funny little lad.

Oliver's here!

Where you been?

Where'd you get|the new clothes?

Get out of the way!

What a delight to see you again,|my dear.

You should have written.|Told us you were coming.

Perhaps we could have prepared|some supper for you.

- Oliver's bagged five pounds.|- That's mine.

No! I'll get the note.|You take the books.

I don't want the books.

I done the work, I wants the money.

You can't do this. The money and|the books are Mr. Brownlow's.

He sounds like a prosperous type.

Perhaps we should explore this Brownlow.|Will?

What's the matter with you?

Where was you when I needed you?

What did you tell|Mr. Brownlow? Did you peach to him?

No.

Did you tell him the whereabouts|of our cozy little hovel?

No.

Did you mention any names,|like Bill Sikes, or Nancy,

- or any of our other dear compatriots?|- No.

And most important...

what did you say about dear old Fagin?

Only that you're a kind old man|who took me in and was nice to me.

I told you he wouldn't peach.

Oliver, you fell into the hands of the|enemy, and acquitted yourself honorably.

Please give me back the five pounds.|Mr. Brownlow will think I stole it.

Got to start|your reputation sometime.

I'll prove I didn't steal it,|if it's the last thing I do.

How? By your word?

That's a bit tarnished|right now, don't you think?

Besides, who needs little boys like you?

- Other than Mr. Fagin?|- Leave him alone.

You've done enough harm for one day.

There's no quota on "harm,"|don't you know?

You'd betray your own mother.|If you ever had one.

Ain't that a moot point?

My mother's dead, so we'll never know.

Stoop.

- Still no sign of him?|- No.

I knew it.

A penniless antique, nearing senility.

I knows exactly what you does.

I exploit them, as it were.

I uses them, I do.

Feeds them.|Puts a roof over their head.

Looks after them when they're sick,|I do, I do.

But it's not out of charity.

I'm just looking after my investment.

Well... make sure you protect|our little investment there, will you?

I know this sounds unlikely,|but I don't quite follow.

Bill...

See, I has a plan, don't I?

For our little friend.

Oliver Twist.

What is the plan?

Do everything Bill Sikes says,|and you'll come to no harm.

- What will he do with me?|- Employ you.

Study his ways carefully.

He's a genius of a kind, and since he's|going to be hanged someday soon,

gather ye rosebuds while ye may.

I'll be back.

I'll get some beer.

- Ain't you hungry?|- No.

You ain't sick, is you?

I'm just thinking about Mr. Brownlow,|and Miss Rose.

They must hate me now that I've lost|the five pounds and the books.

You can't do nothing about it,|so no use thinking on it.

Go on. Give the bangers a try.

Come on, try some.

Who do you think that is?

He looks a bit like... Mr. Sikes.

It is Bill.

When I first met him.|Handsome, ain't he?

He was me knight.

I had no family, no home, nothing.|He took me in.

He weren't so bad back then.

One thing leads to another,|and before you know it...

Did you like staying in that house?

It was lovely.

- Was he nice to you?|- Yes.

- There was a beautiful young lady, too.|- More beautiful than me?

In a different way.

Come on.

I'm taking you back there.|Before Bill gets back. Come on.

There it is!

Just you stay close to me.

Where are you going?

Just going to look for you, Bill.

Told you I was coming back, didn't l?

I was worried you was angry with me.

Couldn't leave the boy by himself,|could l?

He might escape.

You'd never do nothing against me,|would you?

You ought to know that by now.

You can't trust anyone in this world.

That's awful hard.

After all the time|we've been together.

- Bill, you're hurting me.|- Mr. Sikes?

- Aye?|- Could you teach me to pick a lock?

Lock? What lock?

Fagin's got something of mine locked up,|and I want it back.

Fagin?

Do you know where|Fagin keeps his treasure?

He has a secret place.

Well, maybe me and you could, uh...|form ourselves a little partnership, eh?

What does the lock look like?

This isn't the way to Fagin's.|Where are we going?

Be quiet. Get up there. Go on.

It's Mr. Brownlow's house.

- Yeah.|- Don't make me steal from him!

Shut up, will ya!

- All right?|- Yes, sir.

Yeah.

Books.

Where's the silver, lad?

I never saw any silver.

Huh?

- The dining hall.|- Go on, then.

What else they got?

Jewels, maybe?

|Sir, we've plenty of silver.

Fagin will be so happy.|We'd better be on our way now.

Ah... yeah.

Where does the lady of the house sleep?

You won't hurt her, will you?

Wait!

Pick them up. Quick.

- Hold or I'll fire.|- Don't! You'll hit Oliver.

-|-

Come on! Move!

This one saved my life.

Ah, what a pity.

|About the platter, I mean.

Still, it can be melted down.

We would've had the lot...

but the boy here...

he dropped the bag, didn't he?

- It was an accident.|- Leave him alone.

Ah, children, children!

Let's not quarrel.

The evening, though not|a complete success, did show a profit.

Yeah, and me wants me takings now.

No, that won't be possible.|You see, this needs careful appraisal.

Why don't you come back tomorrow?

Yeah, all right.

Ah, ah...

No, no. Perhaps I could...

see my way to giving you...

a tiny little advance.

You've been cheating me for years.

It's gonna stop.

Aye, partner?

You coming?

Nancy?

Gone deaf?

- What did he mean by that, boy?|- I don't know, sir.

Something's going on behind my back.

I don't like things going on|behind my back.

Bill Sikes.

Legendary thief and murderer.

There have been other|legendary thieves and murderers...

which I cooked and ate.

It's my deal.

I know what you're thinking.

Worst thing that|ever happened to you

was when I stopped you from snitching|that apple, and brought you here.

I'm not thinking that.|You're the greatest friend ever.

Ah!

Remember what I says|about friends, mate.

They turns up enemies, sooner or later.

It's just that tonight, Mr. Brownlow|saw me stealing his silver.

And Sikes could have hurt Miss Rose.

Dodger, it's not a game anymore.

Never was a game, mate.

You just thought it was.

If you ever gets a chance|to escape from here,

I wouldn't blame you.

Living in that posh house,|servants and all.

Maybe getting a bit of education.

Now, I ain't saying it's for me.|I'd be off my hinges in no time.

But you look like|you belong there, mate.

Nah... it ain't my cup of tea.

But if you gets the chance,

go back there, and stay there.

Wherever she goes...

whatever she does.

Cheatin' on you, is she?

- Watch your mouth.|- Why else you having me follow her?

Don't ask questions. Just do it.

I wouldn't have let her in,|but she's got news of Oliver.

I want to hear nothing more|about that boy.

I let him into my good graces,|and he took advantage of me.

Do you think I'm such a fool|as to make the same mistake twice?

- I can't wait.|- What's the meaning of this?

Oliver's in trouble.

I'm not surprised.|He stole my money, books, and silver.

He was forced.|They held a gun to his head.

Uncle?

Oliver is one of|the best boys I ever knowed.

- You must go.|- If you want to hear...

What's wrong?

You must be the beautiful young lady|he spoke about.

Who spoke about me?|Mrs. Bedwin, let her go.

Oliver Twist.

What about Oliver? Where is he?

Headed for a jail cell or worse|if you don't try and help him.

It was me that helped steal him back.

When you sent him with the books|and the money.

I knew he had to have been forced.

They've got him now,|and they won't let him go.

Who are these people?|Is is that man, Fagin?

- I ain't naming names.|- All we want...

- If you try to make me, I'll leave.|- No, don't go.

- All we care about is Oliver.|- Can you bring him here?

No. Not here.

Maybe somewhere.|I has to think.

We'll meet you anywhere.|Any time.

If you need money,|we'll pay whatever you want.

All right.

Tomorrow night.

Where?

Somewhere busy, aye.

London Bridge.

I'd have to wait|till a friend of mine was asleep.

Midnight.

We'll be there.

You will take good care of him,|won't you?

You been doing the job I paid you for?

Sure. I follows the old girl.

- Playing me false, is she?|- Not her.

True as old Bullseye is Nancy.

- I'll have a bit of me pay now.|- You hiding something?

No.

- Tell me what she's been up to, then.|- Nothing!

I'll kill you.|Been meaning to kill you for years.

Now, tell me, or say your prayers.

She's meeting them swank nobs|from Grovesnor Square tonight,

on London Bridge.

She's taking Oliver to them.

You were lying to me.|Why should I believe you?

You're nothing but a lying,|cheating little thief.

One of the best.

She wouldn't turn on me.

- I gives her a slap now and then. It...|- Sorry to be the bearer of bad news.

That will be half a guinea, please.

Eh?

Half a guinea... please.

- Where's Oliver?|- Out with Dodger.

- Where?|- Don't know.

I got a surprise for you.

I know where those silk stockings|of yours will be tonight.

Miss Rose, Mr. Brownlow!

London Bridge.

Nancy was gonna take you to them,|but Sikes got wind of it.

Don't know how.|Guess he's got spies.

So, I'll take you there myself.

Dodger, I've got to get something.|I'll meet you at the bridge.

Look for the blokes|with the deepest pockets.

- That's where I'll be.|- Bye!

Come along!|Come along.

You was followed yesterday.

- Don't lie to me.|- It's not what you're thinking, Bill.

- Didn't think you'd double-cross me.|- It's for Oliver.

- Everybody else, but not you.|- I was just trying to help him.

Hurry, Oliver.

- You wanted to get back at me?|- No, I wouldn't...

'Cause I used to knock you about?

I swear to God on my life, Bill.

Strike before you get struck,|that's what I know.

I wouldn't try and harm you...

No!

Something must have happened,|or she'd be here.

- Rose, let's go to the police.|- No, not yet.

Not while there's a chance|she'll bring him.

Bullseye?|What're you doing here?

Told her, didn't l?

She got what was coming, didn't she?

Blimey.

Nancy.

-|-

Oliver Twist.

- What's that you got there?|- Nothing.

Bring it over here.

Put it down.

You ain't gonna give me no trouble,|are you, boy?

What's that on your hand?

Fagin's treasure.

Good work, boy.

Is that blood?

We could've been partners, me and you.

We could've made a great team.

All I want is my locket, Mr. Sikes.

You can have everything else.

Why, ain't that generous of you,|Master Twist?

You've been nothing but trouble|since the day you turned up.

- I'm gonna put an end to that.|- Go on, kill me. I don't care.

I don't want to live in a world|of people like you.

Like me! What do you mean?

There ain't no one like me,|no one like Bill Sikes.

- What do you mean?|- Widow Corney.

She starved me and stole from me.|And Fagin had me kidnapped.

Kidnapped. They're amateurs.|Nobodies.

At least you can say...

you got done in by the worst.

Ah, bitter night!

An old man should be|spending his time in sunnier clim...

Bill...

Where did you get that?

Little apprentice here.

He snitched it.

Oliver?

So...

you turned out just like|the rest of them.

- Was this the girl you were meeting?|- Yes, poor creature.

God rest her soul.

Is that Bill Sikes' dog?

He's going to take us to him.|Go on, boy.

I'm taking this box.

I'm leaving London.

- You ain't never gonna see me again.|- Bargain, Bill.

We split the treasure.|One third for you, two thirds for me.

- That's fair, isn't it?|- You slay me, Fagin.

For years we've worked together.

Years of you robbing me blind.

You're young, Bill.

Plenty of time to make your fortune|three times over before you swing.

It's all I've got in the world|for my old age.

You thieving idiot.

You're as old as you're gonna get.

Damn you for what you did, Sikes!

What do you mean?

- He killed Nancy!|-

Made me peach on her,|then he killed her.

You killed Nancy!|Nancy loved you!

That was a terrible mistake|you made.

She was gonna hand Oliver over|to them swanky people.

Then the game would've been up.

I did it for all of us!

A terrible mistake.

Bullseye!

-|-

Bill Sikes, this is the|Chief Constable of the Police.

Open this door!|Give yourself up!

- The box, Fagin.|- Never!

Fagin! The box.

Sikes! Don't kill him!

Fagin!

Come on, lad.

Go on, up there.

- Get up the stairs!|- Why are you taking him?

Leave Oliver here.

I like to have a boy to hold in front|of me when someone's shooting at me.

Sikes!

Get up there.

That's what you get for peachin'|on Nancy, Dodger.

[mob yelling, pounding in distance]

Get up there. Come on, move it.

Where is he?

Stay where you are,|Jack Dawkins!

Stop! Get out!

Now, Master Dawkins...|where is Sikes?

You think I'd peach?|I got me standards.

It's for Oliver. Please, young man.|We only want to save him.

Sikes took him up on the roof.

He took the only means|of getting up there, too.

Go on. Get over there.

Go on. Move it.

Down the corridor.|Hurry up!

Move it. Come on.

Get up there. Come on.

Go on. Move.

- There they are.|- Stay down.

I hope you're watching me, boy.

I should be charging you|for the education I'll be giving you.

This is where me and you parts company.

I swings across there,

I slips down to the docks,|I board a ship...

and l'se off to China.

- All we need is one clear shot at him.|- No, be careful of Oliver.

What are you doing, boy?

- I want my locket!|- Give me the box.

No!

- I said, give me the box.|- No!

-|-

- There's justice for you.|- I can't believe it.

Oliver!

Fagin!

I thought you were dead.

One last lesson from Mr. Fagin|to Master Twist...

never assume, my dear.

Poor old Bill.

Looks like he's come|to the end of his rope.

Oliver Twist!|You can come down now.

We'll meet you inside.

Go on. I'll be all right.

Go on, there's a good lad.|Such a good lad.

I'm not going|until I've got what's mine.

Yours?

I don't understand, my dear.

The locket.

Locket?

No, I don't recall any locket.

Fagin...

The police...

are coming up here any second.

Locket, locket...

Very pretty.

It's not quite right for|a strapping young man like yourself.

How about a nice...

powder case for that special woman|in your life?

The locket, Fagin.

Or I peach.

Peach?

Peach on Fagin,

who brought you in|when you was a ragamuffin,

and smelling like a pig?

Peach on Fagin|who clothed you and fed you?

Who taught me to steal and cheat.

Yes, I did that.

And look how you repay me.

Trying to take my treasure from me,

and threatening to peach on me.

What's happening to young people today?

The locket, Fagin.

Take it.

Go on.|You miserable little schemer.

It's true. You took me in|when nobody else would have me.

I would have starved or frozen to death.

Don't worry, Fagin.

I won't peach.

Go on.

Go on.

Now, then, make way there.

- All right, go on then.|- Oliver! Thank God.

Mr. Brownlow, Miss Rose,|I have the locket.

- We'll never let you out of our sight!|- It is my wife.

You've been telling the truth all along.

Oliver...|please forgive me.

There's nothing to forgive...

Grandfather.

- Here he is. Bring the wagon.|- All right.

Dodger!

Mr. Brownlow will help.|I'll tell him everything.

And then, he'll tell the police.|And then you'll be free.

You wants to deprive me of my right|to matriculate to that

great institution|of higher study and learning?

I'm just a-feared|they're gonna stick me in a lockup

that ain't got the personnel|who can teach me what I needs to know.

I hopes they puts me in the most|outstanding bridewell in the kingdom.

I don't like to think of you in prison.

I means to use me time well|'cause when I comes out,

I'll be an honor to my profession,|and a credit to pickpockets everywhere.

You see, mate.|We both got what we wanted.

You found your family,

and I gets the chance|to better myself at me true calling.

What more could|a couple of rotters like us ask for?

I'll come and visit you.

That ain't the place for you.|Just think of me now and then.

I'll never forget you, Dodger.

- And I won't forget you, neither.|- Come on.

When you goes reaching|for your pocketbook, and it's missing,

you know the artful Dodger|ain't far away.

Bye, Dodger!

Go on, you.|In you go. There.

Goodness is rewarded.

Remember that, my son, and live by it.

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